In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

"Are you sure you're alright?" I pursue after him.

Entering into his office, I scan my surroundings and am impressed with what I see.

The walls consist of dark wood panels with bookshelves stacked neatly in corners.

The floors are a Slightly lighter colour than the walls but are not too light.

A big mahogany desk is placed in the middle—facing towards the door— with black leather seats which are placed in front of it.

It seems odd having such dark colour schemes but the huge floor to ceiling window contradicts the colours as it lets in streams of sunlight, lighting the room up adequately without any need for artificial lighting.

My gaze directs back to him as he mutters a low curt ‘fine: Only now do I take note of the presence of another man.

The very same one who we just met in the elevator.

He's adorable in a way.

Adorkable, if I dare say.

"I haven't introduced myself"

I say as I place my hand out for him to shake, throwing Damien a pointed look while I do so, "I'm Serena Mclane"

I say smiling.

The guy who doesn't appear to be much older than me, smiles and shakes my hand.

"I'm Max, it's nice to meet you."

"I need the other files I told you about.’’ Damien says loudly as he leans across his desk, rifling through papers.

"Yes sir’ Max immediately gets into action, passing me a smile he fixes his square black glasses, and then rushes down the hall once more.

I'm sure, working for a man like Damien Stryker will make anyone rush around as if the hounds of hell are chasing after them.

And how lucky I am that I'll be having the pleasure of working with him.

"So what should I do?"

I ask, wanting to help.

Damien seems to be busy walking up to one of the panels— not covered by a bookshelf— and then pressing a certain place.

I curiously look around his shoulder only to see a section of the panel slide back and instead reveal a black box.

A safe.

Damien puts his hand on a small screen as it scans his hand and then makes a weird robotic noise, he punches in a passcode, the door to the safe swinging open.

I'm surprised Damien has let me see he has a safe in his office but I mean after all the time we are going to spend together, I'll be bound to know a few things here and there.

and takes

his chest, way too close, and

that entails a

simply says while opening the lid of

drops open as I glance from him to the

is expected of me to wear a ring but it still takes

the way he said it.Are my ears playing tricks on me or am I really just incredibly daft to not have noticed it before? But I swear, I heard a trace

as I glance at him once

it is there, probably by the way he pronounced a certain word that it just jumps out

to a country and spends quite a long time there that they pick up an accent

Damien probably just went

the type to go on vacations and

his work and other activities to actually take a

I cant accept it of

I find myself saying.

is

I know nothing about rings but I can tell that it's expensive, I mean it looks

do the other stones,that surround the main one- the band is either white gold

no clue except that it's

very

"Why not?"

he

it's a family heirloom.You should give this to the girl you're actually going to

clarify,

"But I am.To you."

He tries to explain.

my head, taking another step

be expecting you to wear this.You will be my fiance so you have to.This’' Damien pauses, testing the words in

my turn to be confused as I look at him

"Protect me, from what?"

making a

there to do so.So you have

then he usually is, if that's

my hand, holding it firmly in

face flushes at the

gesture had

I even making sense with such a befogged mind? We

leave his back as he now talks to a flustered

the ring that is now mine, I can't help but to move my hand

is indeed heavy as I had

has left, snaps me out of my

where

walks towards his desk, leaning

act more than as if we're

as if how on earth to

his desk, passing him I sit

me an unamused look but he doesn't say

and so that makes me spin in it